Jupiter Pluvius

Jupiter Pluvius
Flood me with all good shit
Give me ecstatic fits of dance
Amid the catatonic monoliths
He's one of the pantheon
He fucks like a champion
When the sun comes back
Everything will be different

Water under the bridge is like
Milk in the morning
A wilted flaccid sacrament like
Your crouching cruciate form
Then with your arms outstretched
Loving him half to death
Now buried deep in days between
And crucial hours underneath
They told me not to lock myself indoors with you
But I was feeling kind of shaky
Like I needed some kind of proof

Cassiopeia, Ursa Major
Your face appears in cracked brick formations
Oh no, you're cold all over
Oh no, oh no, you're cold all over

Jupiter Pluvius
Flood me with all good shit
Give me ecstatic fits of dance
Amid the catatonic monoliths
He's one of the pantheon
He fucks like a champion
When the sun comes back
Everything will be better

Lesser heresies like these
Another winter week
A sea where all these rivers
And their tributaries meet
The waters I am carried on
The grasping hands of angry gods
Pulling cake out of my chest
To turn it back to dirt again
I am neither, I am both
And I'm each one on their own
Run between dead buildings
Radiating halos

Cassiopeia, Ursa Major
Your face appearing in rock formations
Like God in lost objects
No blood, bone or body
Memory clings to gifts
Like we never wanted

(Jupiter Pluvius)
(Flood me with all good shit)
(Give me ecstatic fits of dance)
(Amid the catatonic monoliths)
(He's one of the pantheon)
(He fucks like a champion)
(When the sun comes back)
(Everything will be different)

I (Jupiter Pluvius)
Will be the life and the death (Flood me with all good shit)
(Give me ecstatic fits of dance)
Of this party yet (Amid the catatonic monoliths)
I (He's one of the pantheon)
Will be the life and the death (He fucks like a champion)
(When the sun comes back)
Of this party yet (Everything will be different)
I (Jupiter Pluvius)
Will be the life and the death (Flood me with all good shit)
(Give me ecstatic fits of dance)
Of this party yet (Amid the catatonic monoliths)
I (He's one of the pantheon)
Will be the life and the death (He fucks like a champion)
(When the sun comes back)
Of this party yet (Everything will be different)

(Jupiter Pluvius)
(Flood me with all good shit)
(Give me ecstatic fits of dance)
(Amid the catatonic monoliths)
(He's one of the pantheon)
(He fucks like a champion)
(When the sun comes back)
(Everything will be different)

I like it when it's bright and cold
Biting the dirt of a bright burning autumn
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Celebration of things gone wrong before their time
And all the difficult, unlovable things
The light eventually finds